A witty and irreverent look at the collision of two dangerous subjects live television and sex. 'Sue, I have a question about vaginal odour.' The young woman on the phone sounds earnest. On the television screen, the sixty-something host leans forward with the concern of an attentive great aunt, listening intently. 'Yes?' It's late Sunday evening, and all across Canada, 300,000 viewers are watching The Sunday Night Sex Show, eavesdropping on this most intimate of conversations. 'Well, I don't think mine smells very good, and a friend told me I should take a
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A witty and irreverent look at the collision of two dangerous subjects live television and sex. 'Sue, I have a question about vaginal odour.' The young woman on the phone sounds earnest. On the television screen, the sixty-something host leans forward with the concern of an attentive great aunt, listening intently. 'Yes?' It's late Sunday evening, and all across Canada, 300,000 viewers are watching The Sunday Night Sex Show, eavesdropping on this most intimate of conversations. 'Well, I don't think mine smells very good, and a friend told me I should take a